I guess what helps me is that I came from a big family and grew up driving my mom’s minivan in highschool while my car was in the shop. I loved that thing. We would cram as many people in it as we could and head off the the buck fifty theatre in the next town over.

The other fact that helps me with the driving of the van is that it is probably the nicest thing I have driven in a long time.

P.S. I see thru your van to your hawtness. (gosh that sounds kinda stalkeresque. But that’s okay, cuz I know you still love me)

oh you poor poor dear… ::tips sippy cup to pour out milk for my homie:: (oh wait that doesn’t work anymore those things are too well made) ::snickering:: I’m sorry I haven’t been able to make the blundge, I’m an SUV mama. I just can’t bring myself to walk on the mi..mi..ugh…that lot. lol. {I love messin with you}

okay I’m done now. ::sigh:: you seriously ALWAYS make me laugh. Thanks REALLY! U seem like the ONLY sane person out there besides me. (says the mom in the nice white jacket in the semi padded room)

Oh did you read my comment on facebook this morning? About the HUGE remote? ughhh hugh! What if we could have super powers and invent a car “shield” for you? no good? ok. I’ve been with kids…I’m in pretend land. I tried. :-*

A couple of years ago, Hummer had these horrible commercials about a guy working out in a gym. MANLY!

Then, over the speakers, you could hear “To the person driving the minivan – your lights are on.” The focus of the camera was a Manly Man with his Hairy Chest and Rippling Biceps – who looked around in shame, not wanting to admit that the minivan was his.

I remember looking at my wife. “Is there something I’m missing? I don’t feel any shame when I drive your minivan around. Does that mean I’m missing some manly big car gene?”

My lovely wife cocked her head at me. “No,” she said. “You’re just so certain of your own manhood you don’t need a car to prop it up.”

I think that was the week I got my wife her own laptop. Not that it had anything to do with her stroking my ego.

I total adore my mini-van. The nice thing is that to look at my van you would think I’m a Mom to a toddler and a newborn, when in fact I’m a grandma! My van is way more kid friendly than my daughter’s Grand Prix!

I know that my next vehicle will be back to an SUV…it’s a great vehicle, the nicest I’ve owned, but STILL! I cannot bring sexy back in that thing. I can’t even get sexy to text me back. I can’t get sexy to follow me on Twitter.

I had a friend who said almost this exact thing a few years ago! It cracked me up then and now. Now, however, it’s a little too close to home! I have resisted the minivan/crossing over to the darkside for a long time now. My time is almost up as I will be the proud owner of a minivan later this year or next. *sigh* It’s not like I was cool to begin with…

I WANTED a minivan – hello, I have four kids! As it worked out, it was somehow cheaper to buy the expedition, which I hate. Plus, hubby’s job pays for our gas so I couldn’t use that to bargain for my minivan.

I hate that my kids have to fold down seats to get into the back instead of just walking around like your kids.

Plus, a minivan says you’re fertile and willing to have had sex enough to have a van full of kids.

Love John’s comment! Alas, Dana’s comment about having enough sex to fill up a mini-van isn’t so true over here these days… *sigh*

Personally, I love the minivan. With three kids, their friends, or with DH’s band gear, it’s practical. I’m all about practical. It’s more important to me than the whole “hot” thing. Find me a practical man, and I might just think he’s hot, but probably somewhat of an illusion… like a mirage on a hot surface?! Otherwise, hot isn’t that big of a seller for me. Unless by “hot”, you mean our move to California… now that, I’m willing to get excited about!

Yeah, my HAWT days are so over. No matter how hard I tried and how tightly I squished ’em in, I just couldn’t get all five kids to fit in a two-seater.

On a side-but-similar note. . . re: the little chat you had not long ago with Nathaniel and how he is sooooo not ever getting the van? Yeah, we just had a very similar conversation with our eldest about that very thing a couple days ago. She said something about when she’s old enough to drive and the following conversation ensued:

Dad: (pointing toward his beater sedan) Yeah, when you get your license, that’s what you get to drive.
Lil’un: Hunh-UNH!!! I’m gonna get to drive the van!
Dad: Oh no you’re not! You’re not going to be toting everyone under the sun around. . . unless you charge $5 a head.
Lil’un: Five dollars? (scoffs) I’m chargin’ ’em $50!
Dad: Well, in that case. . .